"done just had a bus ticket"
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june 2nd
"corpses to the left of me - corpses to the right."
And so, what did I do back then just after I boiled in my tank in Canada.
We've established, I gotta yob. Okay. What mo' do you want?
An dat de riat thing? And quickly soon I'm outta my seesters well
ordered hair.
"It's fun to go DOWNTOWN."
Well, I lived in the bleakest suspicious rooming house. Run by
a TYRANT what BELLOWED often. Roaches everywhere. The walls
havin ears etc. And up and down I gets all de live long nite to go
pick up les corpsi.
Now which sneering BITCH wants to hack into the SPIRIT what led me,
AFTER ALL THAT HAD JUST PASSED, to, in the midst of THIS NEW condensed
isolation, take and make les best of it. I took les corpse photos
for a time when ACCESS (to corpses) would be a thing of the past.
They were my ONLY present.
I know there are those who WISH I would tell you how I done smeared
makeup on my face and drank tea with les corpsi society. How I done
LICKED the cornflakes that might have blown outta dey nostrails, but hons,
I was TIRED. All the time. I din' have no time for corpsilingus.
Looking back I see that I might as well have pushed my nose right up in
the anal cavity of eine corpse and scooted it right across Mile High Stadium
during a Broncos game for all the ruckus that ensued over so little.
And let me tells you just one thing more 'bout all dat corpse photograffin'.
Now that things are quieter.
Humanize this you Goethes, Jamesons and ALL others who ONLY think what
comes out in a newpaper is ALL you should hear about a crime incident.
So there I was, doing my all night corpse pickups..AND, sure I grab
the occassional item from les grocery store so I can stem expenses and
stamp down dat credit card debt. (What's going to happen on THAT
front someday). Every few days I send the credit card company a lettle
check. Ten dollars, 25 dollars, whatever I could scare up.
I was determined to erase the bitter Vancouver financial damage ($3000).
So den long 'bouts dis time comes the big FIDDY YEARS burfday pawty for
my brudda in law. See. And one of my seesters she tell me dat
she bakin' eine TOMBSTONE shaped cake fo rde joke of de okayshun.
See. So I snatches up one o dem cardboard cameras form de sto.
'Cuz it seems it wouldn't be fittin' to BUY sumpin' tacky (I should have
thought) since I done just had a bus ticket and other money from dis here
brudder in law and his wife, my seester. And udder 'spences like
many time befo.
So, I decies I'll make the rarest oddest thing. I'll make a sort
of collage of photos ain nobody else can get.
And dats what I done too.
And dare fo the very foist coprse photos de done say, "Happy Birthday."
I also done made signs and placed them in places WITOUT corpses but
along my trabbles wid corpses. See. Like I recall bein' in
Rawlins, Wyoming and putting headline signs in de newspaper boxes dare
about my brudder in laws birthday and takin' de pitchers of the newsboxes
as they sit in that god forsaken windswept town.
And dis is WHY I used the name Jake "RAWLINS" when I put the films in
for developing. It was just on my mind. And so I got at least
ONE set of photos outta' the Safeway supermarket wid no problems for I
sho nuf did show up at my sister and her husbands house dat day with a
collage of corpse burfday photos. I remember too that new corpses
frought me ALL the way that day. I was late because I naturally got
a million hospital calls on this one day I had something to do.
Well--the pushing up duh daisys Tombstone cake is one thing but corpse
photos--what was I thinking?
It did NOT go over good.
If ONLY it coulda had a chance to just fade away but it weren't but
a week or so before I got busted and all hell broke loose.
And dats when I heard them, right after dat, that's when ROUN DU CORNER
come flying duh Ramsey but, and the wheels on it, well, they were going
round and round.
J.T.Colfax
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